The Bitter End by Rue Volley Read Free Book Online Page A

zipper. I then licked my lip slowly as he watched me and the clerk returned with his card and handed it to him as he turned a bit flush and dizzy.
    “Thank you,” he said as he held onto the counter and I fluffed my hair and looked in the large mirror behind the counter. Ryan caught my eyes for a moment and it was the first time he looked different to me. Not so cocky, not so Ryan…just, a person. A guy who was looking at a woman and enjoying what he saw. I cleared my throat and pushed it from my mind as the clerk started to close the black box. Ryan stopped him and then took the ring and placed it on my finger, right hand of course. I looked down and stared at it and then he lifted my hand and kissed the ring as if I was royalty. Perhaps to him I am. I doubt there is a Queen in waiting, higher on a thrown than I am here in New York. My Father has assured me of that. He made me a target for any man who wanted ultimate power and for that I fucking hate him even more than I already do. It is because of this that I will never know if someone truly loves me. Small price to pay for inheriting the world I would guess.
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    I stood in front of the mirror as my personal seamstress measured me and played with the fabric of the dress I would be wearing to the largest party this side of Hell: Miko’s elaborate masquerade ball to celebrate her pregnancy. Fucking ridiculous on so many levels I hate to even start complaining about it but it is Miko, the bitch who had white Arabian horses shipped in to “run” wild in the field behind them as she married my father. Yeah, that was nice. Or the boat she commissioned to carry all of the guests on a seven day cruise for the honeymoon. Did I mention the guest list topped 5000? Well it did. Again, ridiculous. She is so good at spending my father’s money it seems she was born to do it. I mean her nails are painted with gold, not fake…but real gold. She loves to adorn her eyes with jewels too. I guess it all depends on her mood and how much she wants to spend on what day. I would not be shocked if her pussy tasted like money. Not one bit.
    I hissed as the seamstress poked me with the needle on my side and I instinctively smacked her face and she stepped back from me.
    “Really?” I asked her and she started to cry.
    “Oh for fuck ’s sake. Finish it and leave,” I said as she returned to working on me and Ryan tapped his wine glass behind me with his nails.
    “You look bored, why don’t you go play?” I asked him and he caught my stare in the three mirrors before me.
    “Well, dresses are best to me on the floor or pressed up around the hips,” he said and the seamstress tried to ignore him. I laughed as I usually do when he gets all dirty.
    “I could say the same for pants.”
    He stood up and walked up behind the seamstress who was on her knees beside me. He looked down and touched her hair and she looked up at me and I took a breath.
    “Money is power but sex is control.” He suddenly wrapped his hand up into her hair and she hissed slightly. I stepped down and looked at her and then at him.
    “What makes you think she would just fuck you, Ryan?” I asked him and got onto his knees behind her and slipped his hand up onto her breast as he held money in his hand. She saw it and then placed her hand on it and took the money like a whore. I tilted my head as he reached down in between her legs and started to press his hand against her pussy which I was sure was becoming wet as mine was watching him. Then he pulled her head sideways and started to kiss her neck and I did what I did not expect to do.
    “Stop, ” I said and he did. He let her go and she stood up and stared at me.
    “I will place $10,000 into your account and you will never come back here. Do you understand me?”
    She nodded and left us quickly as Ryan stayed on his knees and watched me with curiosity.
    “Beth?”
    I turned and tears ran down my face and I suddenly knew something had come to pass, something